The Stories of Our Times podcast is interrupted by my ringtone. I fight my way through the empty bags hanging off my arms to reach the back pocket of my shorts. “Hello?” “Rihanna?” I wince at the common mispronunciation. “Yes?” I already know who it is. “It’s Pam” “Hi Pam!” I tilt my head and …
I don’t know what day it is without checking my phone, the Argos website has given up and I’ve lost the ability to extract anything from my wardrobe that isn’t grey and slouchy. It’s day 84,533 of lockdown. Or thereabouts. The hardest part, hands down, is the inability to meet family and friends. Video calls …
It’s day two of lockdown. Or, perhaps, hopefully-as-locked-down-as-it’s-going-to-get; best manage our expectations. Social distancing and self-isolating are lodged into vocabulary like they’ve been around forever. The phrase ‘when it’s all over’ needs no further explanation. The world has changed so rapidly that time is, paradoxically, passing extremely slowly. Surely it’s not only a few days …